Only after he had escaped to a desolated valley, which was about tens of kilometers away from the Divine Weapons Manor, had Yang Dingtian felt that he was safe enough to collapse onto the ground and finally take a break.
Seriously though, he really lost half of his soul back there. What he did just then was nothing less than walking on the edge of hell.
As he laid on the ground, Yang Dingtian searched hard for his breath and realized that he was too tired to move even just a bit. He could really feel how precious life was at this moment.
He had finally gotten away from having his life endangered, and the Mystic Fire Devil Hammer was also his now.
Damn!
Even after lying on the ground for ten whole minutes, Yang Dingtian still couldn't muster any strength in his body.
"Oh my, just look at yourself," Dugu Fengwu smiled sarcastically, "I wouldn't expect to see such terror from a grown man like you!"